Nightmares Don't End When You Wake Up

by JustAnotherTimeLord

Rating: everyone
Tags: Princess Celestia, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Nightmare Moon, Princess Luna
Length: 8273

Luna has been in Canterlot for a week so far, finally settling down and trying to get used to modern society. But a simple task may prove to be nearly impossible.

Featured on Canterlot's Finest

After being "reformed" by the Elements of Harmony, Luna has finally returned to Canterlot and her rightful place of rule. But time has passed her by, and she must adapt to the current society to survive.

However, a rampant aristocracy, internal strife, and unsolved grudges hold her back from advancing.

And through it all, the nightmare doesn't stop.

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I would like to formally thank each and every one of my bosses (aka people I edit for) for prereading this chapter. Without their opinions, I am not sure I would have released this story. They will be listed in no real order:

The Albinocorn, RavensDagger, PaxBellorum, Kwakerjak, Page Turner, Frederick the Saiyan, Icarus_Gizmo, Blackbelt, ToixStory, IridescentDash DandE.

I do not own the story artwork. If you go to this awesome woman's page, you will find the artwork and more!

Published 2013-08-30 03:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-01 03:27:30 UTC

Once More Into the Fray

Orange flames splashed light across the walls of the old Art Chamber deep within Canterlot castle, casting deep shadows to the farthest corners of the room. Laughing and smiling school fillies ran through the chamber during the day, much to the annoyance of common tourists or art admirers. At night, though, it was eerily silent and dark.

The paintings themselves were nothing special to the average passerby, simply colours within the confines of a simple wood border. They were plastered throughout school textbooks, much to the bane of older fillies and colts bored to death in classrooms, and were common knowledge to the populous. But to one pony, they were more than just simple combinations of paint on pieces of paper. They were scenes of history, whether they be a rainbow garden of flowers on a sunny day, or a dark storm with swirling clouds, illuminated by flashes of lightning; they all depicted the advancement of artistic style.

Luna walked along a far wall from the doorway across the chamber, glancing at the famous paintings hanging on the wall in the flickering light. She stopped at one painting in particular, her eyes widening in awe before she glanced the artist’s name on the plaque below the magic-infused glass: Trotcent van Gogh. It was an intriguing painting, depicting Canterlot mountain during midday with swirling colours of white and gold.

To the normal art admirer, it was the epitome of the era of art it came from: impressionism at its best. To Luna, it gave her mixed feelings: shock, sadness, and intrigue. She had never seen art like this one thousand years ago. It was always strictly of noble-stallions and noble-mares, if it wasn’t of the princesses. They focussed on being exact and precise, recording their faces in portraiture to be immortalized forever. There was no room for feeling and personality.

This astonished Luna, but it also filled her with sadness. Even in her absence, it seemed that the day was favoured. There was not a single picture depicting a beautiful night, and the only painting she saw that involved night was one of her as Nightmare Moon.

Luna moved on to the next painting, this one being far more realistic than the last. It depicted a large city in flames, with soldiers clad in armour and civilians running away from the raging inferno. And, like devils coming from the depths of Tartarus, griffons were flying above, some casting down hellfire from a distance, shrouded partially in smoke, and some chasing down those trying to flee.

It was a horrific sight, and Luna had to stop to take in what she was seeing.

Why? H-How? she thought, staring at the picture with agape astonishment. War was far from the precipice of Luna’s mind, even while being insane. Never once had relations with the griffons degraded into . . . this.

The looks of horror were beautifully captured with the artistry, or so Luna would have thought had she known the war had happened before. She walked closer to the painting, looking at the plaque in front that gave the name and date of the painting.

“Fires Above Baltimare (551-552 C.R.) was painted by Perfect Blend fifty years after the war, epitomizing the height of the Roamantic era. Blend is known for painting extremely controversial paintings, from war to erotica, which places him as one of the more brazen artists of the 5th century.”

Luna looked up at the painting once more, her facial features under wrap but her emotions not. Inside, she was torn, a torrential battle of swirling emotions. No matter the reason, she would never have allowed this to happen.

She turned away, head down, and moved on through the art exhibit with less enthusiasm than she had when she entered the chamber. She skipped exhibit after exhibit, finding less interest in their intrinsic value as she went along.

Many times before, she had thought of war. It was more of a musing idea, not a contingent one. She knew that many other species had gone to war before, but their lands were far too distant to have any effect. But ponies and griffons going to war . . .

She decided to chance out of her stupor to look at the painting that was currently in front of her. She read the plaque first, hoping to be able to judge if it was worth a look before she decided to look at it.

“Her Majesty (334-336 C.R.) was painted by Royal Blue, a Maroque-era artist with a focus on portraiture. He is known for his paintings depicting royalty. Specifically, this art piece was commissioned by Princess Celestia herself.”

Luna looked up. There, enframed in ornately carved wood, was Princess Celestia. She sat on a purple cushion with emblazoned golden trims, her mane flowing seamlessly. She had her snout pointed away, her brows furrowed and her eyes set. It was topped off by her jewel-studded, gleaming and golden crown set atop her head. Overall, the painting aired a semblance of absolute authority, like a queen.

That can’t be her. . . . This isn’t her. This would never be her. She turned around and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of what she saw.

Still in denial, are you?

“No, things have changed. This art proves nothing. It only shows the past but not the present,” Luna said through clenched teeth.

Played so easily into her hoof. Does she not currently rule by herself? Do the ponies not give her their full subservience?

Luna paused for a moment. “She has ruled for a thousand years. They have only known her.”

And that most certainly did not stop her from commissioning art to capture her brilliance.

Luna had had enough. With the force of pure will, she buried the voice from speaking, smothering it from her conscience. She was done with it.

Luna opened her eyes and began the trek back to her room. She went through the hallways within the castle, lit by torches on the wall and the light from her moon. She ascended stairway after stairway before she finally reached her bedroom, high in the towers above Canterlot.

Her room had been kept tidy this entire time, a fact that she had been amazed by when she had finally returned to it a week before. Celestia had said that she had cleaned it for centuries now. She walked across the room and to her balcony, stopping at the edge and staring out across the city.

The city looked beautiful at night. She always loved the way the moon seemed to show Canterlot’s inherent beauty more than the sun did. And this balcony provided the perfect view of the brilliance that the city had to offer.

She remembered how it had once looked, so many years ago. It had barely been a small settlement before both she and her sister had gotten to it. They transformed it from a small village into a large town. It became the center of commerce at that time, everyone coming from all around to buy the goods that Canterlot had to offer.

It had also been an intellectual gathering spot before Luna was banished. Advancements in learning and the arts had been made in leaps and bounds here, and with this, guilds and theatres and opera houses had been made. And during the night, it was especially festive.

But this Canterlot seemed to lack that aspect. It was a beautiful sight, but it had changed drastically. The nobility seemed to have taken control, and what was left of the lower members of society made a meager living at best. Everyone else had decided to move on to other places, so it seemed.

Luna spread her wings and took to the skies, flying at a leisurely pace. She had once loved to do this to get her mind off of things, whether it be due to stress or otherwise. It was especially pleasing to fly at night over the old Canterlot, being able to see the late night hustle and bustle.

Tonight, though, it was silent, not a soul wandering the streets and few lights on.

Do you even need to wonder why?

Luna was jolted from her thoughts, falling a few feet before regaining altitude once again. “Ponies always slept through my night. It was you who twisted my mind to think they hated it.”

Those who do not relish it obviously do not enjoy it, you impudent fool. It was I who showed you the truth, and you only now turn away due to that mare’s ‘Elements of Harmony.’

“No, you are wrong. You always have been. It is thanks to the Elements that I have the clarity to see through your deception.” Luna’s voice raised in intensity. “You had once given me power, but no longer do I have need of it! Now, be gone, ye foul wretch, and find another to mold to your will!”

Silence.

Luna gave a sigh of relief, and then decided to land on a castle turret. She had grown tired of the voice that intangibly inhabited her mind. At a time, she had welcomed it, but she was no longer the mentally vulnerable mare she once was.

Luna decided to lay down, giving her a chance to rest her weary mind. She gazed up at the stars, looking at them for the first time that night. She knew each and every one of those stars, and she remembered each time she moved them. All of the constellations were of her creation, made more out of boredom than of whim. It was an art that she was proud of, especially when ponies picked out the patterns.

This was the feeling she had yearned for, one that even a week after returning she seemed to have never achieved until now: serenity. Ever since she had come back from Nightmare Moon and Ponyville, the transition was . . . less than pristine. Ponies looked at her with scornful eyes, and others tried their best to avoid going within thirty feet of her.

Time had also taken its toll on Canterlot. More buildings have been built, the vernacular went from eloquent Equestrian to a more perverted form of it, and the city was filled with a snobbish, nose-up-in-the-air nobility. She has been trying to make up for her absence by going through art exhibits and museums that depicted the vibrant history of Equestria, but with the angry glares from the public and her distance from the people of Equestria, she has had a constant pit in her stomach.

She gave a contented sigh, allowing the stress to cascade off of her like a waterfall. If she could stay like this forever, she would do so in a heartbeat.

You sicken me with your petty little happiness.

Luna gasped, her eyes widening and heart skipping a beat. She then exhaled her held breath and clenched her teeth.

“Was I not clear before? I am done with you! The Elements have given me the power to live without you, and that is what I plan on doing. So leave me alone!”

The voice gave a chuckle. If you insist, Princess. Maybe this shall teach you the valuable lesson that it seems words cannot: nothing has changed.

Luna gave a perplexed look at the air, like looking at a problem with no noticeable answer.

Then, she felt it. The presence within her mind slowly stripped itself away. She could feel the tendrils slowly slip away, something that she should feel happy for. But she wasn’t. It was like she her soul was being ripped in two while being forced to witness the event. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she mentally tried to hold on to the presence. She was able to frantically grasp for it, but it was slipping away too fast. There was no way to keep hold. She began pleading, begging, crying for it to stay. She was wrong. She needed the Nightmare.

But it was too late. The ephemeral presence disappeared, and she could feel the vacuum within her soul. She felt . . . broken, like a plate that cracked and lost a piece of itself. Without the Nightmare to be there for her, what would she do?

Luna collapsed, her head falling between her hooves as she stared at the ground. Her eyes were wide, and she her breaths came in slow and ragged. Soon, the tears began to fall like the beginning of a thunderstorm. One drop, two drops, four . . .

And the plate then fell apart.

Author's Note

And the adventure begins! Thank you, reader, for looking at this, and expect more to come. I have big things planned for this story, and cannot wait to get them out there. I would like to once again thank The Albinocorn, RavensDagger, PaxBellorum, Kwakerjak, Page Turner, Frederick the Saiyan, Icarus_Gizmo, Blackbelt, ToixStory, and IridescentDash DandE for prereading this chapter. Now, shall we get ready for the next chapter? ONWARDS AND UPWARDS!

EDIT: Thanks to The Albinocorn, PaxBellorum, RavensDagger, and eventually Frederick the Saiyan for prereading this chapter rewrite. And thanks, readers, for being awesome. Now, Equestria Daily we go!

Little Talks

The Nightmare’s presence retreated into the far reaches of Luna’s mind, just as she had commanded. It sat there, an aura of smugness surrounding it as it observed the effects of its actions.

A slow smile filled with sharp, black teeth crept across the Nightmare’s face. It saw Luna fall to the ground, and it cackled softly with joy as Luna started to cry. Her feelings of pain, sadness, and emptiness all filled the Nightmare with pleasure.

The Nightmare moved down farther, finding a comfortable place within the subconsciousness of Luna’s mind, and settled down for the long run of its plan.

“And the game begins . . .”

Luna lay on the ground as the last of her tears slid down her face. Her eyes were still closed.

What is the use? Luna thought. I might as well wither away for another thousand years . . .

Luna, things have changed, she remembered Celestia say, her picturesque smile splitting her face. But could she truly believe that? She didn’t know.

Her eyes finally opened to the thatched roof, and she found herself shivering gently. It was cold.. Luna slowly eased herself onto all fours and opened her wings for a stretch before closing them once again against her body. She brought a hoof up to her face to dry what little tears remained. Finally, Luna took a deep breath. She held it in for a second before releasing it, ease finally cascading over her body.

She looked up to her twinkling sky. It’s almost time to lower the moon. A quick glance to the distant castle towers inspired a sigh.

“Back to the start, I suppose,” she muttered before spreading out her wings, beating them down, and slowly rising into the sky.

Luna barely glanced at the city below her as she flew towards her tower. She landed on her balcony. Her eyes were half-lidded as she slowly made her way to the door and pushed it open; it swung inward with nary a sound.

The room was left in the pristine condition she left it in. She didn’t even think about Celestia, instead making for her bed. She collapsed onto the ocean of purple silk and rested her head on her hooves, her eyes barely focusing on the pillows in front of her.

She closed her eyes, giving them a moment's reprieve from the night. She started to think about the past, before she made her the mistake, back to when life was simply laughing and playing as a foal.

Luna remembered the happy times with her sister, their smiling faces and loving laughs as they bounced around on their beds. She remembered the bad times, when her sister was there to hug her and dry her tears after a nightmare.

She wanted that Celestia. She wanted the sister she remembered from childhood, not the deluded image she had developed due to the Nightmare’s influence.

She felt her magic well deep within her start to swirl a bit. With a sigh, she opened her eyes once again, then moved off the bed to return to her balcony. It was time to lower the moon, she knew; the sun was always impatient. Bowing her head downward, she charged her magic into her horn, her dark blue aura engulfing it. She could feel the connection being made with the lunar body; she was now in full control. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced even more magic into her spell, struggling a bit through clenched teeth.

Slowly, the moon lowered in the sky, the blue light slowly being replaced by the purple-orange light of the morning sunrise. It seems that Celestia has awoken, she thought to herself before finally finishing her spell. She let out her breath, breathing hard.

The Nightmare has held me back from using my own power for far too long, she thought.
Luna turned around, going through the balcony door once again. She crossed the lightly sunlit room to her bed and laid down on it with a comfortable sigh. Celestia knew that Luna would be staying up late—as she always did—so she scheduled their meeting at two o’clock. That would give her enough time to get her much needed rest after that Heavens-forsaken night.

Luna gently slipped under the covers of her bed, curling up comfortably underneath and digging her head into her pillow. A small smile graced her face as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

The sun shone down upon the Canterlot parade grounds, giving much-needed warmth to the city. Winter had just been wrapped up, and the ponies of Canterlot were ready for a change of scenery and weather.

Luna ran past the stalls as fast as her little legs could carry her, a wide smile adorning her face. Her wide, excited eyes were set on one building in particular—a rather large building crafted with white stone, supported by four large columns in the front. The ecstatic filly didn’t know what it was, but she knew it was important.

And that her sister was there.

She continued running until she reached the main streets of Canterlot, the grass of the parade ground suddenly transitioning to cobblestone. The building still loomed over her, almost taunting her with both its distance and its size.

Oh, I can’t wait to see her! the dark blue filly thought with glee. After what seemed like hours, she finally reached the stairs to the building. She stopped with a skid at the first step and stared up at the mountain of granite steps. With a huff, she charged up them as well.

She was determined to see her sister. Nothing could stop her.

Unfortunately, a large, ornately carved oaken door did stop her. After surmounting the mountain of steps, she stopped at the door. She arched her neck up at the door with wide eyes at its height.

“How am I supposed to open that?” she said out loud, moving slowly to the wooden wall. The portal suddenly opened, making Luna jump back. Out stepped a white leg, followed then by a white body.

“'Tia!” Luna shouted, running up to give her sister a big hug. She jumped at her, tackling Celestia to the ground in a flurry of hooves and gentle laughter.

Celestia wasn’t laughing.

“Luna, why must you insist on jumping at me and then tackling me to the ground upon every meeting?” Celestia said, sighing as she slowly pushed against Luna to release herself from her iron grip.

“But 'Tia, we never spend time together anymore,” Luna said, looking up to Celestia with pleading eyes..

Celestia stood and brushed herself off with a hoof, then said, “I understand, but my priorities are on ascending to the throne, as father wishes. I must learn the basics of Equestrian law before I can rule.”

“But 'Ti—”

“But nothing, Luna,” Celestia said, waving her hoof. “We have been over this before. This is important to me, and I need to focus. When I have completed my studies, then we can return to how things once were. Until then, you will have to find something or somepony else to bide your time with.”

With that, Celestia walked past Luna, descending the steps at a brisk pace.

“I shall return home after I go to the library to pick up some books on Equestrian economics,” Celestia said without turning her head. “Don’t wait for me, please.”

Luna watched her go down the steps and take a right down another cobblestone road. She hung her head before finally sitting down. She knew that she would one day undergo the same things her sister was doing now, but that was the future, something that she avoided thinking about. She just wanted to have her sister back.

She never had her sister. She was always alone.

You don’t have to be.

Luna looked up and swiveled her head around.

I can be here for you when your sister is not.

Luna twirled around in a frantic circle. The voice sounded oddly familiar . . .

“Who are you? Where are you?” Luna asked the air.

I am you.

Luna frowned. “But I’m me. How can you be me?”

We are both the same. And I can help you.

”Help me with what?”

You need me, and I need you. Without each other, we are nothing. You don’t want to be alone, and I don’t either. We can become friends.

Luna’s face contorted even further with confusion. “But I have ‘Tia, even though she is never around. . . .”

She is never around, and she never treats you like a sister. What has she taught you? What has she done for you? All she brings is heartbreak and broken dreams.

Now, Luna’s face twisted from confusion into anger. “She may not be there, but my sister is not a bad pony!”

Don’t worry. In time, you will see. But for now, do you accept my friendship?

The tone in the voice had changed. It still sounded like her, but she felt . . . different from listening to it. A desire to be friends with this voice and to hear more of what it had to say filled her. It was a warm feeling, that of trust—a trust that was built on years of interaction, like old friends trust each other.

And she wanted that warm feeling.

Almost subconsciously, she said, “Sure, we can be friends.”

Great! Don’t worry, Luna. We’ll be the best of friends!

Blind with the bliss of the voice, Luna walked down the steps toward the cobblestone road that led back home.

And we’ll do great things. . . .

Princess Luna woke with a start, jolting up from her sleeping position, breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide, like she had just been through Tartarus and back, though she soon squinted to see through the light shining in from the balcony window. It took her a second to finally grasp her surroundings, seeing that she was back in her room in Canterlot, the future Canterlot. No, the present Canterlot.

She slowly regained control of her breathing, easing back on the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins.

That had been the first time she had dreamt about her past in a long time. In fact, it was the first time she had dreamt of anything. Even during the first week, she had never had a single dream.

Yet now she had had one.

She didn’t have enough time to ponder the meaning before her bedroom door burst open, Celestia bursting in with a wide smile.

“Luna, it’s time to wake up!”

With a sigh, Luna pulled herself out of her bed and walked over to Celestia, steeling herself for the impending skeleton-crushing hug she would be receiving. However, it was a gentle hug, both warm and inviting, something she pushed into.

“Did you sleep well?” Celestia asked, parting from Luna

“As much as We could manage,” Luna muttered.

Celestia gave her a concerned look.

“Do not mistake Our tone," Luna said. "We simply fell asleep at an unreasonable hour.”

A smile crept along Celestia’s face. “I think this is a good sign. You always stay up late when you’re comfortable with your surroundings.”

I feel less comfortable here than I ever have, she thought even as she put on a brave smile. “That could be a plausible conclusion indeed,” Luna stated. She averted her eyes, not wishing to meet her sister’s gaze.

If Celestia had noticed this gesture, she gave no inclination. “So, I decided that the best place to have our little lesson would be in the gardens. They are secluded and simply beautiful this time of year,” Celestia said with a little vibrato, looking to Luna with eager eyes. “What do you think about that?”

“We see not why there would be a problem with this.”

The white alicorn nearly danced in place, a behaviour which brought a look of bemusement to Luna’s face before her lips tugged into an amused smirk. She used to be like this when we were foals. Maybe . . . maybe things will work out.

Celestia smiled. “I already have a table ready for us, with your favourite tea and scones.”

“That is quite a lot to do for just a simple lesson,” Luna mused, her face staying the same, though the barest hints of a smile etched the sides of her mouth.

“I thought that having the nicest atmosphere possible would make the ‘lesson’ more like a lovely afternoon conversation.”

Luna smiled, a real smile. “Sister, We thank thee for this. We are glad to be back . . . be back home, to be back here with you.”

Celestia gave her a smile in earnest. “I am glad that you are back as well. It has been too long. Far too long.” Celestia reached a foreleg forwards, wrapping Luna in a tight embrace, with Luna’s face buried in Celestia’s coat.

Luna felt warm. In fact, she felt far warmer than she had felt in a long time. It was not the simple warmth gained from sitting by a fireplace during a cold winter night but the warmth of another pony who loved her dearly. It was the warmth of acceptance. It was the warmth of joy.

It was the warmth of family, of not being alone.

Luna closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into the hug. She could stay like this for a thousand years. But it was cut short as Celestia pulled away, much to Luna’s disappointment. As Celestia pulled back, she—for the barest of instances—rubbed her hoof across her eyes.

A mischievous grin split across Luna’s face. “Wert thou crying?”

Celestia went rigid, before a red blush sizzled across her face. “No! I just . . . had something in my eye, that’s all.”

“Dear sister, we both know that is cliché.”

“Let’s . . . just hurry on down to the garden! Come, come!”

With that, Celestia swung open the door, and hurried through it at a brisk pace, as if she were running from something. Luna could only grin before following her sister down the hallway to the staircase awaiting her.

Things might be just fine.

The afternoon sun emblazoned the landscape of the garden with a brilliant light, providing warmth for the animals scurrying about the grass or climbing up the trees. Birds fluttered by, dancing from tree to tree in a game of tag.

Some birds took up stances on the arches covered in twisting vines with fully bloomed roses. They looked solemnly at the scene about them, using their position as a place of rest from the frothing activity about.

It was the absolute greatest place there could be for any outdoor activity.

Two alicorns walked through the rose-ladened arch, making small talk about the past.

“Due to necessity, I had to expand the power of the nobles to take care of some of the duties you had previous to your . . . leave,” the white alicorn said. “Many remembered their tribal government structures, so assimilating them to our style was not too difficult. In the end, they offered quite a lot of help for the first half-century.”

Luna gave a nod of understanding, continuing their walk to the table straight ahead. As Celestia had previously promised, there was indeed tea. It was placed on a silver tray with two tea cups sitting nearby on small saucers. A second glimmering silver tray sat next to it, with the promised scones. When they came closer, she noticed they were strawberry, specks of red poking out of the cake delight, and lightly covered in icing.

“Well, we can hold off on the conversation about the past for now,” Celestia said, sitting down on a side of the table adjacent to Luna. “For now, let’s enjoy some tea.”

Luna stopped drooling over the scones enough to take notice of the tea being offered to her in Celestia’s yellow, magical grasp. With a quick transfer, it was enveloped in sparkling dark blue before meeting her lips.

Luna savoured the flowery taste as it relaxed her body. The sense of ease that she had missed returned to her, allowing her to release a contented sigh as she returned the cup to the table.

“You always did like your tea straight,” Celestia said with a smile, dipping sugar and honey in her tea with a spoon held by her magic, mixing it around with ease. “Even after all this time, I cannot understand how you can stand it.”

“We have never believed in artificially making drinks taste better,” Luna said coolly. “We find that the most flavourful drinks are the ones made as they were meant to be.”

Luna then pointed her head to the tray of scones, levitated one over, then took a small bite out of it. She swallowed before saying, “Of course, that does not apply to vittles.” Together, they let out a hearty laugh. It had been a long time since they had had a conversation such as this: laughing and enjoying each other’s company as a family should.

Luna couldn’t stop smiling as she continued to eat her scone. Celestia challenged that smile with one of her own, her face almost ironically emanating a brilliant glow. It was a glow that she had last seen a millennium ago.

Celestia and Luna finished up the remaining scones with haste, mainly due to Luna scarfing them down, with Celestia in tow trying to compete with her. They finally settled down to begin the lesson, both with fresh tea that had recently been delivered upon Celestia’s request.

“All right, where were we?” Celestia asked, taking a sip of her tea. “The nobles were extremely helpful during my time of . . . weakness due to recent events. They were what got me through it all in one piece. It was actually due to this that I kept the capital here in Canterlot and didn’t move it to some of the more populous areas.

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t have them work for me forever. I felt guilty that I relied on them for fifty years to run Canterlot and the whole of Equestria. So, I took complete power, or at least in name. This would cause a lot of anger towards me, as the nobles had started to get used to having that much power in their hooves. It took months of negotiation to finally come to a settlement that benefited both sides.”

“And what of the peasants?” Luna asked. “Did they have a say in these matters?”

“No, they did not. This was a term of the agreement that the peasants be kept out of the agreement of power,” Celestia answered, taking a sip of her tea once more.

“We . . . do not understand. The peasants were an invaluable asset to Equestria. Without them, there would be no crops and no weather control. Why would you agree to such terms?” Luna’s voice took on an edge of astonishment, slowly flowing into anger.

Celestia hesitated at Luna’s question. “It was . . . a moment of weakness on my part.”

Luna’s face went blank with confusion. “Sister, you cannot seriously consider that a reasonable excuse.”

Celestia gave a forlorn look at her cup of tea. “It isn’t, and neither is the excuse that everypony makes mistakes. Unfortunately, we all must live with our failures and hope to learn from them.”

Celestia sighed, then gazed up at her brilliant sun. “I just hope that I have learned from them.”

Luna’s stomach balled up, and she looked at a nearby tree. “S-shall we continue?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Celestia said. She then took a sip of her tea. “The peasants were obviously not pleased with my decision, but they did not outwardly protest. It was for the best, in the end.

“For decades, this would continue. The peasants would not protest more because the nobles were benevolent with their new power. Therefore, they had no qualms with this change. Unfortunately, this would not last. One family of nobles spiraled out of control with their power. It was a slow process, and therefore I was unable to notice it. They condemned the houses of the peasants for supposed treason by going against their word.

“As you know, this was unacceptable. Unfortunately . . . I did not know that at the time. They had lied to me, and used treason as a way to get rid of them. Treason is a hefty crime, and this is part of why I did not listen to the pleas of the guilty. Many thought treason deserved the death penalty. I suppose the only good that came out of my stupidity at the time was to not use it, and instead banish them.”

Luna listened intently at her retelling of the history. She knew that the times had changed, and that the nobles had changed with them, but finding the cause of it was . . . astonishing.

What could have led them to do such a thing? Luna thought.

“The peasants then decided to protest after the accused were banished from Canterlot. As you can imagine, the nobles did not take it lightly. Those that were corrupt fought the hardest, and due to their propaganda that said the peasants wanted to overthrow them, they gained fast support. Of course, the peasants did not let up. But this would be the beginning of the end of the peasantry in Canterlot.”

Celestia took a sip of her tea while Luna asked, “Indeed, I know of this. But what of the nobility? How did they react to this mass exodus?”

“They saw it as a victory on their part, but they were too blind to see the effects this would have on Canterlot. The majority of the workforce left to find better opportunities elsewhere, which would spawn the east coast cities. It would be another few decades before I took notice of their prosperity and tried to initiate taxes on them. They had yet to declare sovereignty, therefore I considered them a part of Equestria. Surprisingly, they were still a part of Equestria, or at least considered themselves to be. I still taxed them, but it was after this that I started to take a look at how I had treated the peasants. They were true citizens of Equestria, able to forgive my stupidity for the better of the country.

“Unfortunately, the war would begin soon after that.”

Luna silently cringed. “What had really happened to cause . . . that?”

“Truthfully, I do not know. There were accusations made against me by the griffon crown, and when I brought my rebuttal to them, Rurik exploded and sent me away.”

“And it was after that that the griffons would invade,” Luna said.

Celestia sipped at her tea once more. “Indeed. It was not the greatest part of the history I have lived through.”

“Did you ever investigate more into the claims?” Luna asked.

“Unfortunately, no. That was a time in my life I tried to forget.” Celestia then filled her cup with tea, adding the appropriate amount of sugar and honey for her tastes before taking a sip of it.

I have thought wrong about her this entire time, Luna thought as she lowered her gaze to the table.

“I believe that truly sums up everything that has happened that wasn’t recorded in the the history books,” Celestia concluded. “Things went by a little slower than I had wanted, seeing as it is nearly evening.” She took a sip of her tea as she stared up at the sky.

“Sister . . . We have a . . . confession to make,” Luna forced out, struggling to do even that. “We had . . . ill thoughts of you when We first read through the book, and learned of the amount of power you had gained, and when We read about the war.

“We— I just . . . I wanted to say that I am sorry I doubted you. I knew that it was preposterous to think you could ever be striving to be a queen, but . . . I for some reason still had that thought in my mind. And then We— I went to blame and fault you for the war when I didn’t know all the facts. We— We—”

Celestia embraced her sister, laying her head on Luna’s shoulder while she spoke softly into her ear, “There is no need for an apology. I love you no matter what you think of me. I have done things I regret, and I do not fault you for coming to that conclusion.”

Celestia then broke away from the hug and stared directly into Luna’s eyes.

“I can only hope you can come to forgive me for my actions.”

Luna didn’t know what to say. She sat there silently for a moment, contemplating how to respond. Thoughts were running through her head at a million miles an hour. This was the first time Celestia had openly apologized to her.

“S-Sister, don’t. It had to be done,” Luna said somberly. “If you could have avoided it, then you would have done so.”

“There were many things I could have done, Luna, but I didn’t do them. I feared more for the safety of Equestria’s citizens than for saving you.” Celestia turned and walked to a nearby tree where a squirrel was standing, grudgingly collecting nuts from the ground. Celestia then picked them up with her magic, and placed them in a hole in the tree that the squirrel called home.

Without looking, Celestia asked, “So, I say again, will you forgive me?”

Luna hesitated. She still didn’t know how to answer. She wanted to say yes, and then finally be over with this, but . . . she was still indecisive. She may have been without the presence of the Nightmare, but there were still some things she couldn’t get over.

So, after a moment’s thought, she took a leap of faith. “Yes, I-I forgive you,’T-Tia.”

Celestia was the one who was stopped this time. But she regained her composure quickly, and allowed a toothy grin to spread across her face.

“Come on, let’s head on up to the castle,” Celestia said. “It’s been a long day, Lulu.”

Luna blushed furiously at her nickname. “Sister, please!”

Celestia let out a laugh before getting up. With Luna in tow, they both made their way back to the place they called home. And Luna was smiling the whole way there.

Little did they know that somepony else was smiling as well.

Author's Note

This chapter is dedicated to my Aunt Karen, who unfortunately died of cancer during the editing process of this chapter. I loved her with all my heart, and she will be missed

This chapter is rather interesting. I finally found my direction in the story, so what I was planning for this chapter didn't happen. I am not sure if that is a good thing or not. Either way, after a strenuous editing process, I believe this turned out fairly well. Thank you Fred, Kwakerjak, Malus, and RavensDagger proofreading and editing this chapter. You guys are awesome.

As for the following chapters . . . just be ready. I have big plans and a great story to tell. I can only hope you all stay along for the ride.

And one more thing. If you are confused about why Luna speaks differently than she thinks, and she spoke differently as a filly than she does now, you are on the right track. Notice how the younger Celestia spoke, how she was slowly becoming more eloquent. This is really more of an insight into how Luna might have actually thought. Of course, I will be adding in some scenes where Celestia teaches her to speak correctly. Don't even worry about that.

This is JustAnotherTimeLord, signing off until next chapter!

Seeds of Upheaval

Luna opened the door to her room, the light from the hallway torch flickering through the doorway. She made her way into her room and, with her magic, lit a nearby candle sitting on a table by her bed. The candle cast the room in a dim light, and Luna closed the door.

She sighed as she looked around her room, nostalgia creeping in as she remembered the time spent loathing her sister within these very walls. But now, things had changed. She could start anew, rebuild her life again. She looked at the bookcase squeezed into a corner by her desk and walked over to it. She cast her eyes up and down the rows of books, the titles on the spines flickering memories of late nights in the same candlelight reading them. She focused on an older book. It was red with a tearing spine. She reached for it and pulled it out.

She opened to the first page, and a small smile slid across her lips. Immaculate writing was scribbled across line after line in the book. She remembered writing those passages, back when she was younger. When she felt down due to the nipping teeth of depression or angry at the world, she would write poetry. By the time of her banishment, she had written an entire book. Celestia must have put a preservation spell on it, she thought as she looked over the lines.

Eventually, Luna closed the book and laid it on her desk. She made her way to her bed and hopped in, pulled the covers over her, and placed her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.

All was still in the room, and the only sounds were the chirps of crickets coming from outside. Slowly, a black cloud began to form over Luna’s head, coalescing and sparkling above her. Soon, the cloud stopped forming over Luna and made its way to the balcony door, opened it, and flew away into the night.

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The black cloud made its way into the Crystal Catacombs below Canterlot. It passed through cave after cave in the impossible labyrinth, the crystals reflecting the dark form infinitely. The tunnels soon narrowed until it formed into a pony-sized opening.

The cloud passed through the opening and into a small cave. There were a few candles about, dimly lighting the small space. The light stopped towards the end of the room, making a defined shadow that was impossible to see through.

“It has been a long time, Nightmare Moon,” said a voice from within the black veil, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

The cloud stayed silent as it simply floated in the air at the center of the room.

A light chuckle responded to her silence. “Do you not respond to that anymore?” the voice said. “You seemed so jubilant about your witty nickname when you returned, Achlys.”

“You seem so intent on patronizing me,” Achlys said as her cloud shape fell and formed into a pony. She had a black-and-purple-striped mane, gray fur, piercing red eyes, and both a horn and pair of wings. Her cutie mark was a thorny, black rose with two leaves coming from the stem. “It’s almost as if you forget who is more powerful here.”

A small smile of sharp, black teeth formed as silence was her response.

“Oh, I know of your power,” the voice finally said. “But it’s such a shame you cannot use it without a vessel, hm?” The darkness that the voice hid within almost seemed to grow a smug smile. “It’s with the kindness of our hearts that we even try and continue to help you, especially with your failure to overthrow Celestia . . . twice.”

Achlys’ smile faded, and her brows furrowed. “Setbacks to the ultimate plan. I miscalculated and paid the price. I am now ready to finish what I started.”

“Oh really?” the voice said. “If you are so prepared, then why did you not act during Luna and Celestia’s little tea chat? Luna still held some ill will towards Celestia, and you had the perfect chance to exploit it to our advantage. And what did you do? Nothing!”

Achlys’ wings extended, and she stomped a hoof, the sound reverberating around the room and the cave growing darker with her rage. “Do not question my motives! With her forgiveness of Celestia, it will make tearing her apart so much more satisfying, and it doesn’t impede the plan whatsoever!”

“You forget your place, Achlys,” the voice said. “You’re working for us, and we tell you what to do and how to do it. You are here to make sure Celestia is overthrown as fast as possible, and if you cannot complete this simple task, then we are done here.”

Achlys was silent, but she clenched her teeth and stared intently at the darkness. The voice didn’t make a sound at Achlys’ seething, and the room then began to lighten up as Achlys unclenched her teeth. “What will you have me do?”

“Ahh, there we go,” the voice said with a jovial tone. “It’s great to get along, no? First, things have changed since you last tried to take over. Celestia has far more supporters than before, and our numbers have dwindled as a result of it. We cannot take down Celestia without first taking out some of her high ranking supporters within the upper parts of the government.

“After that, you now have to deal with Luna. Due to your mental lapse, it is up to you to figure out how to accomplish it.” There was a shuffling sound from within the darkness, and a small roll of parchment rolled up to Achlys’ feet.

“What’s this?” Achlys said as she picked up the scroll in her red magic. She unrolled it to reveal a picture of a handsome-looking stallion with a flowing blonde mane, blue eyes, and long horn. Below the picture was the name “Prince Blueblood III.”

“That is your first target,” the voice said. “He is one of the higher targets overall, but Celestia holds a bit of contempt towards the prince. Therefore, his absence will go relatively unnoticed by Celestia. He happens to have no relatives within Canterlot and is not married. He is the perfect target.

“He is currently on a diplomatic leave to the Griffon Empire, and he will not return for some time. It is best to not take him out until he returns, as his disappearance in the Griffon Empire might . . . restir old tensions, an undesirable scenario.”

“And how should I accomplish this?” Achlys asked as she read into Blueblood’s profile.

“By any means necessary,” the voice said.

Achlys looked at the parchment for a bit longer before rolling it up. It then disappeared in a flash of magic. “What should I do until his return?” Achlys said.

“Bide your time and do not make mistakes,” the voice said. “Do what you can to make Luna believe that Celestia is still untrustworthy. She is the final bump in the road to this coup, and she cannot impede our progress. Are we clear?”

Achlys stood in silence for a minute, staring down at the cave floor.

“Are we clear?”

“Yes,” Achlys said, her head still pointed to the floor.

The voice remained silent for a long moment before a clopping sound reverberated around the room. It began to grow quieter when the voice said, “We will meet again soon.” With that, the hoof steps faded away into the distance. The candles soon blew out, and the cave was plunged into deep darkness

Author's Note

Sorry for the long delay on this chapter! And doubly sorry for there not being much here in the first place. But after I completed this part, I had planned on adding on to it, but I realized that what I wanted to add on wouldn’t fit with the tone I already set. Besides, I think that this was really, really well done overall, so I just decided to post this as is.

I would like to thank maxxxxxx, TJAG94, Vertorm, and Cerulean Voice for their prereading assistance. Their help was invaluable to the completion of this chapter.